Palani Princess

i’m on a train againand the palani princess works her way throughcoconut grovesand lurches (rusted) rickety old hips around the keralan swamps in my eyes

in her fabulous old ageshe’s the matriarch of the narrow gaugethe way she winds her spine of carriages fineit makes me shudderand it urges me to wonderthat if this path has a heartthere’s a destination anywhere, i don’t care

and my homeland thoughts are gone seduced instead by eastern reds and silken threads that wrap! my heart in india

look! there’s a lava moon tonightand she’s burning red-hot lava lust just for uswhile you watched me write my poetrydid you know your soul became the scenery?and it urges me to ponderthat on this path there’s an art to appreciating one another…we’ve got each other

she moves me, she carries me to the distance like a chariot borne by the moonlight, at midnight, i’m travelling lighter and lighter she moves me, she carries meand i breathe the astral canopylookin’ through your see-in-the-dark eyeswe’re panthers in flight

moving through into the nightshe’s my rusted trusted friendmoving through into the nightshe’s my rusted trusted friendmoving through into the night